I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Wu Tian waved his hand to interrupt, his voice cold: "Jiang Wang is no ordinary person. It will not be easy to kill him in a short time. Moreover, the Chaos Bell is unpredictable. If we push him too far, it will trigger a backlash from the treasure, and we may not be able to come out unscathed."

"Once I've reached the Great Calamity of Moro and my strength has increased further, it won't be too late to deal with him then."

The black-robed protector bowed his head in agreement, but a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Wang left the Abyss of Darkness and stepped onto the banks of the Weak Water River. The river water was as black as ink and exuded a bone-chilling cold.

He stood by the river, his gaze deep, recalling the various schemes the Bodhi Patriarch had used against him with the Weak Water, and anger surged within him.

He sneered and muttered, "Bodhi, since you dared to scheme against me, you should have expected this day."

He sat down cross-legged, and three clones flew out from his body, each radiating a hazy, ethereal light—this was the "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" technique.

The embodiment of the art.

With a thought, Jiang Wang sent his three clones flying to the bottom of the Weak Water River to search for those strange river stones that were not afraid of the Weak Water's erosion.

These river stones are entirely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, seemingly undamaged despite being washed by the weak waters for millions of years.

Jiang Wang used the power of the Chaos Bell to explore the interior of the river stone and discovered that it contained faint spatial fluctuations.

With a sudden thought, he activated the laws of space, creating an independent space within a river stone, as if a mustard seed could contain Mount Sumeru.

The clones moved swiftly, taking in a large number of river stones and using them as containers to draw in a massive amount of weak water, which they then sealed inside.

Jiang Wang stood on the riverbank, toying with a river stone in his hand, a cold glint in his eyes: "Bodhi, it's time for you to taste the poison of the Weak Water."

After completing the collection, Jiang Wang put away his clone and quietly left the Weak Water River with the river stone and the Weak Water.

He moved like the wind, sweeping across the desolate mountains and rivers, his mind already outlining a plan for revenge.

He intends to return to the human realm, to repay Bodhi with his own methods, and to make Bodhi pay the price for his scheming.

The banks of the Weak Water River have returned to their former desolation, with only the river murmuring softly, as if telling an unfinished story of grievances.

Meanwhile, turmoil was brewing throughout the Three Realms.

On Huangfeng Ridge, Sun Wukong, wielding his golden cudgel, was locked in a fierce battle with a yellow-haired monster.

The monster was powerful but extremely cunning. Seeing that things were not going well, it transformed into a gust of yellow wind and fled.

Sun Wukong roared in anger, cursing, "You wicked demon, you run fast! I, Old Sun, will drag you out no matter what!"

He scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and decided to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea to seek help from Guanyin Bodhisattva, or go to Mount Ling to consult the Buddha Tathagata, in order to find a solution.

Little did they know, the Purple Bamboo Grove in the South China Sea was already deserted, and Mount Ling had become unusually desolate due to the shadow of the Great Calamity of Mara.

Meanwhile, in various parts of the Three Realms, undercurrents of power are surging.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, his gaze gloomy. He ordered his men to search for Jiang Wang's whereabouts in the mortal realm, but in reality, he coveted the Chaos Bell.

Not to be outdone, the Buddhas of Buddhism also dispatched Arhats to secretly plot against Jiang Wang's demise.

He took all the credit afterward.

Among the demon race, the demon master Kunpeng spread his wings and descended to the mortal realm, ostensibly to find Jiang Wang, but in reality, he also came for the Chaos Bell.

All factions believed that Jiang Wang had died in the Weak Water, but little did they know that he was holding a priceless treasure and quietly plotting to unleash a world-shaking storm of revenge.

Jiang Wang walked through the wilderness of the human realm, the Weak Water in the river behind him rippling slightly, as if whispering.

He stopped, looked up at the sky, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Bodhi, when I return, I will make you pay for your blood debt."

A chilling atmosphere gradually spread throughout the world.

Within the Three Realms, the previously hidden undercurrents were completely stirred up by the controversy surrounding a rare treasure.

The Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, has been one of the most mysterious and unpredictable legends in the Three Realms since the fall of Donghuang Taiyi.

Now, this priceless treasure is lost because of Jiang Wang's impending death.

The news that the house was about to be unclaimed was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves.

All forces, from immortals and Buddhas to demons, were eager to seize this treasure.

Jiang Wang, this name is like an invisible storm, sweeping through the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, Buddhism, and the Demon Clan. Even the saints hidden behind the scenes can no longer maintain their usual indifference.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor sat solemnly in the Lingxiao Palace, his face ashen.

He originally intended to go to Zixiao Palace to ask the Dao Ancestor for advice on how to deal with the situation, but he turned back halfway.

Although the task assigned by the Dao Ancestor was heavy, the greed in his heart was even stronger.

The Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure said to be able to suppress the primordial fortune and reverse yin and yang, would surely elevate the majesty of the Heavenly Court if it were obtained. The Jade Emperor lightly tapped the dragon table with his fingers, his gaze piercing through the nine heavens, as if trying to discern the whereabouts of the Chaos Bell.

Beside him, Venus lowered his head and looked down, not daring to utter a word, for the Jade Emperor's aura at this moment faintly revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Meanwhile, in the Bajing Palace at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, Taiqing Laozi sat cross-legged on a futon, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He did some quick calculations with his fingers, frowned slightly, and then waved his hand to summon the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave.

The Eight Immortals gathered together, with Lü Dongbin at the head. Each of them had an air of otherworldly grace, yet they could not hide the solemnity in their eyes.

Lao Tzu said in a deep voice, "With the appearance of the Chaos Bell, Jiang Wang's life is nearing its end."

If this treasure falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, the Three Realms will surely be thrown into chaos.

"You shall descend to the mortal realm to search for Jiang Wang's whereabouts and be sure to bring the Chaos Bell back to the Eight Trigrams Palace."

The Eight Immortals obeyed the order and transformed into streams of light to escape into the mortal world. However, no one knew that their senior brother, the Grand Master Xuandu, was currently trapped in a small world at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, isolated and helpless.

On Mount Ling in the Western Paradise, Patriarch Bodhi and Bodhisattva Guanyin sat facing each other, yet the atmosphere was as cold as ice.

Bodhi's face was grim, and his eyes were filled with rage that seemed about to burst forth: "That Jiang Wang, he actually leaked the matter of the Chaos Bell!"

Guanyin clasped her hands together, her face calm, but her heart was in turmoil.

The two had originally planned to secretly seize the Chaos Bell and monopolize its power, but now that the news has spread throughout the Three Realms, the Western Sect's plan has completely failed.

Bodhi snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve, saying, "Jiang Wang is as cunning as a fox; he is definitely not a man who is about to die."

He must have a backup plan. We need to find him as soon as possible, otherwise…

Guanyin nodded slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "If this child is not eliminated, he may become a great threat."

The atmosphere in the Three Realms was tense, as taut as a string.

Some forces could no longer contain themselves and began to secretly clear out those who might become threats in the battle for the Chaos Bell.

The mortal realm was not peaceful either. Jiang Wang's name spread throughout the cities and countryside. Some said he was a genius who defied fate, while others said he was a demon who wreaked havoc on the three realms.

Among ordinary people, some are passionate and energetic, while others are fearful and hesitant.

In the streets and alleys of Jambudvipa, in teahouses and taverns, rumors about Jiang Wang circulated everywhere, seemingly true yet unreal, stirring the heart.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Southern Continent, within the city of Chang'an, Jiang Wang seemed oblivious to the commotion raging in the Three Realms.

He sat upright in a secluded mansion, a cup of tea before him, its fragrant aroma making his handsome face appear even more serene.

Jiang Wang was dressed in a blue robe, his long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but there was an unfathomable smile between his brows.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and regular, as if he were sorting out some complex thoughts.

Outside the mansion, the night was deep and the starlight was dim, only the bright lights of Chang'an City reflected a prosperous scene. Jiang Wang's gaze fell on a jade slip beside him, which contained three portions of human destiny, which he had obtained from Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

Recalling his conversation with Li Shimin during the day, Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly.

When that ambitious and talented emperor faced Jiang Wang, his eyes held both awe and resentment.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, only stating, "The Southern Continent should be unified."

This enlightened Li Shimin, who then proposed a strategy for dealing with the small country of Fusang in the East China Sea.

"Kill them all."

Jiang Wang's voice at that moment was calm to the point of being cold, a stark contrast to his usual "less killing, more appeasement" approach.

Their mild attitude is completely different.

Li Shimin was taken aback upon hearing this, seemingly puzzled, but seeing Jiang Wang's firm gaze, he finally nodded in agreement.

The small country of Fusang, located in the East China Sea, has a fierce and warlike people who have repeatedly rebelled against the Tang Dynasty, causing Li Shimin a great deal of trouble.

Although Jiang Wang's order was harsh, it also struck at the heart of his murderous intent.

Thus, an imperial edict was issued, and the Tang cavalry rushed straight to the East China Sea, where a bloody massacre ensued.

Jiang Wang did not personally go to the battlefield, but he seemed to be able to see the scene of corpses strewn all over Fusang Island.

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Killing is also part of destiny."

Having obtained three portions of human destiny, Jiang Wang had a thought and summoned the system in his mind.

The system's cold voice rang in his mind: "Host has obtained three portions of human race fortune, which can be exchanged for three lottery draws. Do you wish to use them immediately?"

After a moment's thought, Jiang Wang chose to combine the three regular draws into one "super experience point draw".

The system notification sounded again: "Super lottery activated. Experience points will be awarded five times. Please confirm."

Jiang Wang nodded without hesitation. The next moment, a golden light bloomed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the system's voice followed: "Congratulations, host, you have drawn 7543210 experience points. After five times, you will have a total of 37716050 experience points. Adding this to the original 733 million experience points, you will have a total of 45046050 experience points."

Upon hearing this, a look of satisfaction flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

Forty-five million experience points are enough for him to take the initiative in the following plans.

With a thought, the system panel appeared, listing a series of options for exchanging supernatural powers and magical treasures.

His gaze swept across the array, finally settling on the "Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Powers".

The foremost element is "manipulating fate".

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This supernatural power is said to be able to turn stone into gold, create things from nothing, and give life to things; it can be called the ultimate means of defying fate.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wang spent 909 million experience points to exchange for it.

Learn to "manipulate nature"

The process was not easy; even with Jiang Wang's talent, it took him three whole days and nights.

He sat cross-legged in a secret room in the mansion, surrounded by surging spiritual energy that transformed into countless points of light that merged into his body.

His consciousness sank into a state of chaos, as if conversing with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden beams shot out from them. The tables, chairs, and walls in the secret room instantly turned into the color of gold and jade, and then slowly returned to normal.

He reached out and grabbed at the air, and a flower bloomed out of thin air, its petals still bearing glistening dewdrops, exuding a faint vitality.

Jiang Wang chuckled softly and murmured, "To manipulate fate is truly extraordinary."

He already had a plan in mind: this supernatural power would be his way of "tricking the gods of the Three Realms".

A crucial link.

Those immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters who coveted the Chaos Bell probably didn't know that they had already fallen into Jiang Wang's game.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains of Huangfengling, Tang Sanzang's situation was quite different.

Three years ago, he was captured by the Yellow Wind Monster and taken to his cave. Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie tried their best, but they were unable to rescue him.

Sun Wukong was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. In the end, he had no choice but to go to Mount Futu and seek help from the mysterious Zen Master Wuchao.

Little did they know that this Zen Master Wuchao was actually Jiang Wang in disguise, using supernatural powers.

Jiang Wang did not appear, but left behind a meaningful sentence: "Tang Sanzang has his own way of escaping, you all just need to wait quietly."

Inside the cave, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on a stone platform, his face haggard, yet with a resolute expression.

Three years of imprisonment allowed him to see many things clearly.

He no longer relied solely on his disciple, but began to devote himself to cultivation, attempting to regain his former power.

Despite the thin spiritual energy in the cave, he persevered and pushed his cultivation to the Golden Immortal realm.

Moreover, he also comprehended a supernatural power – "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

On this day, the Yellow Wind Monster came again to interrogate Tang Sanzang about the whereabouts of the scriptures, but Tang Sanzang slowly got up and his body was filled with golden light.

A dragon's roar resounded from within him, causing the stone walls of the cave to rustle.

Yellow Wind Monster was startled and shouted, "Bald monk, when did you acquire such abilities?"

Tang Sanzang did not answer, but put his hands together and chanted softly: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, subdue demons and monsters!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden dragon rose into the air behind him, its mighty power sweeping straight at the Yellow Wind Monster.

The Yellow Wind Monster was terrified and hurriedly unleashed its Yellow Wind Divine Power, attempting to block the attack with a raging wind.

However, the golden dragon was so powerful that it crushed the yellow wind monster to pieces and crashed into its chest.

Yellow Wind Monster let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, his breath weak and powerless to resist.

Tang Sanzang withdrew his supernatural powers, looked calmly at the Yellow Wind Monster, and said indifferently, "Demon, this humble monk will spare your life today. Retreat at once."

The Yellow Wind Monster dared not linger any longer and fled his cave in a panic.

Tang Sanzang stepped out of the cave, looked up at the sky, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged deep in the valley, surrounded by the silent Futu Mountain, the wind whispering as if telling the secrets of this ancient land.

The trouble caused by the Yellow Wind Monster has subsided, and Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang's group continue their journey westward, while Jiang Wang chooses to stay behind.

His gaze was deep, falling on a faint silver light in his palm, a manifestation of the laws of space, which seemed to devour all light as it flowed.

He took a deep breath, and the 2070 million experience points in his body surged like a torrent, transforming into an invisible force that poured into the ball of silver light.

Jiang Wang's comprehension of the laws of space slowly increased from 27%, with each increase accompanied by a violent tremor in his divine sense.

In his mind, countless mysteries of space twinkled like stars, shattering, reforming, flowing, imprisoning... He felt as if he were in an endless void, witnessing firsthand the entire process of a star from birth to annihilation.

Time passed quietly in the valley. The mountain mist gathered and dispersed, and the grass and trees swayed in the breeze. Jiang Wang's body remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.

His aura gradually deepened, and the power of the laws within his body surged like a raging river. Finally, in a fleeting moment, the silver light trembled violently, freezing at 50% comprehension. (End of Chapter)